Poems by Margie Fox
THE JOURNEY HOME
It is a silvery gleaming fish
Swimming across the wide and open sea,
And having travelled thus so far
Makes its way across the bar
Into its native estuary.
Then up the river deep and wide
Swimming in the surging tide,
The urge is strong to nature’s call.
It jumps the thundering spuming fall.
There within the rippling stream
Makes its way as in a dream.
Home at last in rocky pool,
In the water deep and cool,
It finds its mate and there they spawn.
The next generation soon are born.
The eggs are laid beside a stone
And there are fertilised every one.
It is content, its task is done.
And so beneath a silent sky,
All life spent, inert doth lie.
It has come home at last to die.
by Margie Fox